Friday, May 26, 2006

Damn Government

So the damn government won't let me open my BBQ joint until I put in a handicap ramp. Me and the Idiot Drummer attempted to get a good start last night. Unfortunately, we hit a major problem that required a trip to Home Depot at 9:15. They close at nine. This is how far we got.

This ramp is the biggest fucking pain in my ass, ever. I am ready to open, and I am losing money every day that this fucking thing isn't there. The requirements are ridiculous. I'm all for equal access for everybody, but for the government to mandate that I build a ramp that is going to end up costing me about $4000 is a real burden. I have a ramp in back that I put in for deliveries and catering. It isn't good enough for several administrative reasons. If you are a Congressman or Senator and you have the capability to divert just $4000 from that police action occuring in Iraq, (the one where we're looking for a guy who we know is in Afganistan) which is about 1/10 of one second of what we are spending over there, I would appreciate it. I am hiring people. They will be legal citizens. They will pay taxes. You'll get the money back.

On another note, in a sure sign of the apocolypse, or at least a sure sign that we are really getting old, the Idiot Drummer drank all my . . . wait for it . . . Fresca last night. Not a sip of beer. Old, old, old.

5 Comments:

Seriously, thank you for working so hard to help *all* your patrons get in the door. A late pal of mine, a former cop who wound up in a wheelchair after a motorcycle wreck, was among the biggest barbecue connoisseurs I've ever known. He'd CRAWL up the back steps to get into a barbecue joint if he had to. So in his honor, we thank you for all the hell you're going through. And I wish it was closer to payday so I could come up and give a bigger donation than the cost of a couple of pounds of pulled pork.